Why rob him of his Playthings--O Life?

He's but a Child.

Why make him a slave of real things?

Let him live his little while.

Why take away his Pleasures, O World?

He's but a Youth;

Why need you try to shield from him,

All understanding truths?

Why envy his Ambitions, O Fate?

He's just a man.

He makes one step and loses two

Can you not understand?

Why rob him of his Idleness, O Death?

He's just an Aged Soul;

Life took his Toys, World stole his Joys

And Fate envied him his Goal.